Wei WuXian jumped down the corridor, and suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, the door of the hall was knocked open, and he couldn't help but flee.

At this time, he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yanli's face, let alone listen to her say a word to him!

After escaping from Jinlintai and exiting Lanling City, Wei Wuxian lost his direction again, and began to wander around in a dazed way. In front of a city wall, there was a lot of discussion, the atmosphere was warm, and the group was excited.

Wei WuXian originally ignored these people, but when he walked over, he suddenly heard the words "Ghost General" in a low voice from the crowd. He stopped immediately and listened intently.

"The ghost general is really cruel... He said he was here to plead guilty, but he suddenly went mad and killed more than 30 people on the spot at Jinlintai!"

"Fortunately I didn't go that day!"

"As expected of a dog taught by Wei Wuxian, he will bite when he sees it."

"This Wei Ying is also true. If you can't control it, don't practice blindly. If a mad dog is trained, don't tie it with a chain. Sooner or later, it will be backlashed. According to this trend, I think that day is not far away."

Wei Wuxian listened quietly, his knuckles twitching slightly.

"Lanling Jin Sect is unlucky."

"The Gusu Lan Sect is unlucky! Most of the thirty or so people killed were from their families, and they were obviously just here to help quell the incident."

"Fortunately, I finally burned the ghost general. Otherwise, when I think of such a thing hanging around all day long, I would go crazy from time to time, and I would really not sleep well."

Someone spat: "Wendog should have ended like this!"

"The ghost general has already been burned into slag, so Wei Wuxian should know how powerful it is now, right? I've heard a lot of words from the masters who are going to participate in this swearing-in meeting. Rejoice!"

The more Wei Wuxian listened, the more indifferent his expression became.

He should have known that earlier. No matter what he does, there will never be half a good word in the mouth of this group of people. When he is proud, others are afraid; when he is disappointed, others are happy. There are evil demons everywhere, so what is his persistence all along?!

However, the colder the chill in his eyes, the more furious the karmic fire in his heart burned.

One person was proud, as if he had made great achievements in this, and said: "Yeah, happy! If he honestly shrinks back on that broken hill with his tail tucked in, it will be fine, if he dares to come out and show his face? Hey? , as soon as he comes out..."

"So what?"

The people who were discussing with great enthusiasm were startled when they heard the sound, and turned their heads in unison.

They saw a pale-faced young man in black with two dark streaks standing behind them, and said coldly, "As long as he dares to come out, so what?"

The sharp-eyed person saw the flute with bright red tassels on the man's waist, and he was horrified and blurted out: "Chen qíng. It's Chen qíng!"

Wei Wuxian, the ancestor of Yiling, actually came out!

In an instant, the crowd took Wei Wuxian as the center, vacated a large area, and fled in all directions. Wei Wuxian let out a shrill and sharp whistle, and these people suddenly felt their bodies sink, and they all fell to the ground. Looking back tremblingly, I found that everyone, including myself, was heavily pressed against several yīn spirits with different shapes and blood dripping from their mouths!

In a crowd of people who were lying on the ground and couldn't move, Wei Wuxian walked slowly and slowly, and said as he walked, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Wasn't it very arrogant to talk about me behind your back? Why did you get in front of me? Another face of the five-body cast?"

He walked up to the person who had spoken the most vicious words just now, stomped his foot on his face, laughed and said, "Say it? Why don't you say it? - Knight, what are you going to do to me?! "

The man was kicked by him, his nose bone was broken, his nose bleeds violently, and he screamed incessantly. Several monks were watching from the top of the city wall. They wanted to help but didn't dare to go forward. They shouted from a distance, "Wei...Wei Ying! If you are really capable, why don't you go to the big family heads of the oath-taking ceremony? What kind of skill is it to come to bully us low-level monks who are unable to fight back?"

Wei WuXian let out another short whistle, and the cultivator who shouted suddenly felt that a hand grabbed him violently, fell from the top of the city wall, broke his legs, and let out a long, miserable howl.

In the wailing sound, Wei WuXian said without changing his expression, "Low-level cultivator? Because I'm a low-level cultivator, do I have to put up with you? Since I dare to say it, I have to bear the consequences. Since I know that I'm insignificant and cheap. How come you don't know how to take care of your own mouth!"

Everyone's faces were ashen, and they were as silent as cicadas. After a long while, Wei Wuxian didn't hear another gossip, and said with satisfaction, "That's right, that's it. Do you have the ability to comment?"

After speaking, it was another kick, kicking the mouth and teeth of the person who choreographed the most vigorously!

Blood splattered all over the ground, and no one did not tremble, and that person had already fainted from the pain. Wei WuXian lowered his head and smashed the blood on the bottom of his boots on the ground, smashing out a few bloody footprints, looked at it for a while, and said indifferently, "However, you bastards are right about one thing. I làng with people like you. It's time-consuming, and it's not interesting. Let me find those big ones? Very well, I'll go and settle with them. "

When he looked up, he saw the huge notice posted on the city wall. The group of people just now were discussing around this notice.

At the top of the notice, the words "Pledge Meeting" are written, and the content is that the four major families headed by the Lanling Jin Clan, Qinghe Nie Clan, Yunmeng Jiang Clan, and Gusu Lan Clan will be abandoned in Qishan Wen Clan. On the ruins of the Evernight City of Xianfu, the ashes of the remnants of the Wen Sect were scattered, and at the same time, they swore to the master, and they were incompatible with the ancestors of Yiling who occupied the mass graves.

The city that never sleeps, the swearing-in meeting?

☆、Chapter 78

This group of people originally thought that they would be tragically killed at the hands of the Yiling Patriarch, and then turned into a walking corpse who was manipulated by him. They were all terrified. Who knows, Wei Wuxian has no interest in entanglement with them. After the notice, they threw the group on the ground and left with their hands behind.

He didn't take back those yīn spirits, and he continued to mourning and wailing with pain all over the floor, and he continued to wriggle and groan, but he couldn't get up.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a blue sword light passed by, and everyone felt a light on their backs. Someone exclaimed: "I can move!"

Several people took the lead to get up with reluctance, only to see the blue sword light fly back and put it in a scabbard.

That man was an extremely young and handsome man, with white clothes covering his forehead, his face cold and solemn, and there seemed to be a trace of suppressed worry in his eyebrows.

The cultivator who broke his legs reluctantly said, "Han...Hanguang-Jun!"

Lan Wangji walked over to him, squatted down and pressed his leg, and found out that the injury was not very serious, and before he got up to speak, the cultivator said again: "Hanguang-Jun, you are late, Wei Wu Xian just left!"

Many people know that in the past few days, Hanguang-Jun of the Gusu Lan Clan has been tracking Wei Wuxian’s whereabouts everywhere. : "Yeah, he's only gone for less than half an hour!"

Lan WangJi said, "What did he do? Where did he go?"

Everyone quickly complained: "He killed us indiscriminately, almost killing us all on the spot!"

Lan Wangji's fingers twitched slightly under his snow-white sleeves, as if he wanted to make a fist, but he quickly let go.

The cultivator hurriedly said again: "But he said it, he is now going to the City of Evernight, to the oath conference to find the four major families to settle accounts!"

After the fall of the Qishan Wen Sect, the main halls of the Evernight City were reduced to a gorgeous and empty ruin.

There is an incomparably wide square in front of the Yanyang Raging Flame Palace, which is located at the highest point of the entire Evernight City. There used to be three flagpoles that rose to the sky at the front of the square. Now, two of them have been broken, and the remaining one is hung with the Wen family crest that was torn and smeared with blood. flag.

That night, the square was densely filled with square formations of large and small families, and the family crests of each family fluttered in the night wind. In front of the broken flagpole was a temporary altar. The heads of each family stood in front of their square formation, and Jin Guangyao served them a glass of wine in turn. After taking all the wine cups, the patriarchs lifted them high and sipped them on the ground.

The wine was spilled into the ground, and Jin Guangshan said solemnly, "I don't care what clan or surname. This glass of wine is dedicated to the dead martyrs of aristocratic families."

Nie MingJue said, "The heroic soul will last forever."

Lan XiChen said, "May you rest in peace."

Jiang Cheng had a calm expression on his face, and he didn't say a word after pouring the wine.

Next, Jin Guangyao stepped out of the Lanling Jin Sect's phalanx, and presented a black square iron box with both hands. Jin Guangshan picked up the tin box with one hand, held it high, and shouted, "The remnants of the Wen Sect are here to burn ashes!"

After speaking, he used his spiritual power to shatter the iron box with his bare hands. The black iron box shattered into several pieces, and countless white ashes were scattered in the bleak night wind.

Bone to ashes!

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the crowd. Jin Guangshan raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet and listen to him. When the applause gradually subsided, he said loudly: "Tonight, the two leaders of the Wen Party's remnants are the ones who have been beaten to ashes. And tomorrow! It will be all the remaining Wen dogs, and - Yi Patriarch of the Mausoleum, Wei Ying!"

Suddenly, a low laugh interrupted his impassioned statement.

This low-pitched laughter sounded out of time, abrupt and harsh, and everyone immediately looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The Yanyang Raging Flame Hall is a magnificent hall with twelve roof ridges, each with eight gods at the end of each roof ridge. At this time, everyone discovered that there were nine on one of the roof ridges, and the low laugh just now came from there!

The extra ridge moved slightly, and the next moment, a boot and a piece of black clothes hung down from the eaves, shaking gently.

Everyone's hands were pressed against the hilt of the sword, Jiang Cheng's pupils shrank, and the blue veins protruded on the back of his hand. Jin Guangshan said with hatred and warning, "Wei Ying! How dare you appear here!"

That man opened his mouth, and it was Wei Wuxian's voice, which sounded very strange, "Why don't I dare to appear here? You people add up to three thousand? Don't forget that during the She Day Campaign, Not to mention three thousand, I have also singled out five thousand people. And I'm here, isn't it just what you want? Save yourself the trouble of coming to the door tomorrow and smashing my bones to ashes. "

Several members of the Qinghe Nie Sect also lost their lives at the hands of the mad Wen Ning. Nie MingJue said coldly, "Shuzi is arrogant."

Wei WuXian said, "Have I been so arrogant all the time? Sect Master Jin, are you happy to slap yourself in the face? Who said that as long as the Wen brothers and sisters went to Jinlintai to plead guilty to you, who would be exposed? Who the hell is going to bring me and the rest of the Wen party down to ashes?"

Jin Guangshan said: "One yard is one yard! Qiong Qidao intercepted and killed more than 100 children of my Lanling Jin Sect. This is one yard. You are killing Jinlintai, which is another..."

Wei WuXian said, "Then I dare to ask Sect Master Jin, who was the one who was killed by Qiong Qidao? Who was the one who killed him? Who was the mastermind? who is it?!"

Those disciples who were standing in the phalanx were hiding in the crowd, feeling safe, and they all gathered up their courage and shouted from the air: "Even if Jin Zixun first planned to kill you, you shouldn't use such a ruthless hand. , killing so many lives!"

"Oh." Wei Wuxian analyzed for him, "If he wants to kill me, he doesn't have to worry about killing me. If I die, I'll be unlucky. I have to worry about not hurting this, not hurting that, and not letting him go. A root of hair? In short, you can besiege me, but I can't fight back, right?"

"Counterattack? Those more than 100 people and more than 30 people on Jinlintai are innocent. Why do you want to implicate them in your counterattack!"

Wei WuXian said, "The fifty or so cultivators of the Wen family on the mass grave are also innocent. Why do you want to implicate them?"

Another spat: "What kind of great kindness did Wengou give you? To this group of bastards like this."

"I don't think there is any great kindness or virtue at all. It's just that he thinks he is a hero who opposes the whole world, he thinks he is doing a righteous deed, and he thinks that he is great at risking the world!"

Hearing this sentence, Wei Wuxian was silent.

The people below took his silence as a retreat, and said, "In the final analysis, it's not that you cast that despicable curse on Jin Zixun first!"

Wei WuXian, "Excuse me, what evidence do you have to prove that the curse was cast by me?"

The man who asked the question was speechless, choked, and said, "Then what evidence do you have to prove that it wasn't you?"

Wei WuXian smiled, "Then let me ask again, why not you? Don't you have no evidence to prove that it wasn't your curse?"

The man was shocked and angry: "Me? How could I be like you? Don't confuse right and wrong! You are the biggest suspect, do you think we don't know, you and Jin Zixun had a grudge more than a year ago!"

Wei Wuxian said in a stern voice, "Who is the one who is messing around? More than a year ago? Yes, if I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him more than a year ago, so I don't need to keep it until now. Years, I forgot in three days."

One of the patriarchs was shocked: "...Wei Wuxian, ah, Wei Wuxian, I've learned a lot today, I've never seen such an unreasonable villain... After killing someone, you still have to speak rǔ, Bad words. Could it be that you don't have the slightest sense of sympathy and guilt?"

There was a lot of scolding, but Wei Wuxian accepted it peacefully.

Only anger can suppress other thoughts in his heart.

A cultivator standing at the forefront of the phalanx said with grief: "Wei Ying, you have disappointed me too much. It's a pity that I once admired and admired you, and said that you were a generational figure who founded the sect. Now that I think about it, It's really disgusting. From this moment on, I will be at odds with you!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and with tears in his eyes, he said, "You admire me? You say you admire me, so why didn't I see you when you admired me? And when I shouted and beaten all by myself, you Jumping out and waving the flag and shouting? Your admiration is too cheap. You say that you are incompatible with me from now on, very good, does your inconsistency or incompatibility affect me in any way? Your admiration and hatred are so insignificant, How dare you take it out and shout?"

Before he finished speaking, his throat suddenly choked, and there was a sudden pain in his chest.

Looking down, a feathered arrow was right in his chest, and the arrow was buried in the two ribs.

He looked in the direction where the feather arrow came from.The one who sent the arrow was a handsome young cultivator, standing in the square of a small family, maintaining his posture, the bowstring still trembling.

Wei WuXian could see that this arrow was originally aimed at the deadly place in his heart.It's just that the arrowman's skills are not good, and the arrow's momentum declines in mid-air, which is why it slants down to the heart and enters the ribs.